A Feather in the Sun

I no longer hear the footsteps of a stranger from up the street out for a morning weekend walk with a growing little gleeful dog; her footsteps replaced by the continuous fury of a thirsty visitor with wings announcing every…
I no longer hear the footsteps of a stranger from up the street out for a morning weekend walk with a growing little gleeful dog; her footsteps replaced by the continuous fury of a thirsty visitor with wings announcing every…